yes my window’s open
yes my mouth is open
salt, dead fish, alive fish and sand
and I’m kissing all over back and neck
sketches, poems, naked people, and heroes
after dark in summer
barking big dogs and a silent undertow
in the morning I’ll make you breakfast
your breath is getting slower
its darker the movie’s boring
near drowning desk lamp
a moth on the screen
launched by the flick of my nimble finger
yes I’m swimming in you
yes a sea I couldn’t plan or imagine
Ryan McGivern
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